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show, at any rate to explain, how one ought to perform 

 any sort of operation whatsoever. 



On one of the earliest days of the hunting season 

 Tewters, without having stated his intention to any 

 one — we did not, in fact, see very much of him — rode up 

 on a steady-looking old hunter, and joined in the con- 

 versation. We were discussing the always interesting 

 subject of getting across country, and Tewters proceeded 

 to enlighten us. 



" A great deal too much nonsense is talked about men 

 riding straight," he observes. " Fencing is so simple, 

 that there is no reason why any man with common sense 

 and the use of his limbs should not ride." 



"Yet," I venture to suggest, "men do at times come 

 to grief." 



"They do," he admits; "but only because they do 

 not follow the simplest of rules. A seat is kept either 

 by balance or by grip ; and a combination of the two 

 methods affords absolute security. Men come into the 

 field knowing nothing of the sport, and then wonder 

 that they get into trouble." 



" I suppose you've hunted a good deal ? " Flutterton 

 asks. 



" I know something of it. We had better get into the 

 covert, I think," he rejoins, and rides forward. Heigh 

 has just begun to draw, and we are waiting outside 

 listening for the first indication of something up. 

 "Where is he going to, that fellow?" some one asks, 

 as Tewters trots along the fence till he finds a gate, and 



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